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THREE:"That same. She was part Mescalero, anyway."
THREE:She looked up and tried hard to smile again.Brewster was silent, but he neither flinched nor cowered, nor yet shifted his eyes.
THREE:At one moment it appeared that Landor had given his command into the hands of the citizens, at another that he had flatly refused to follow them into danger, that he had threatened and hung back by turns, and had, in short, made himself the laughing-stock of civilians and enlisted men, by what Brewster called "his timid subterfuges.""Yes," he said shortly, "I realize it."
THREE:"Are you afraid she will contaminate me?" he asked. He was peering at her over the top of a newspaper.
THREE:"I know it," she whispered, but she took her shaking hand from the dog's head, and, without another word, pointed to the shadow of Landor's figure, thrown distorted by the candle light against the side of the tent.
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